For Some Reason

 For Some Reason
After the nice warmer weather yesterday, for some reason my house felt chilly. I hadn’t changed the thermostat; I was covered with the same blankets, and actually was sleeping in a hoodie instead of a long-sleeved tee shirt.  I know that it’s still only February, but I would like a bit more heat. January’s Polar Vortex and snow almost makes me wish I was one of those people who escape south in the cold winter months. Then I look at this year’s weather patterns and figure why? Several times the cold and snow has laid down an 8 inch swath as far as New Orleans, Louisiana and 10 inches in Pensecola, Florida. I imagine if I moved, the snow would chase me to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
One thing I am praying for is that it doesn’t snow enough for me to have to clear out my driveway after the snowplows compete to see how high of a mound of snow they can pack into the opening for me. I don’t like the feeling of having my escape route blocked or that no one can visit, even though that rarely happens.
I had a message from a young man and it got me to thinking about the different churches and different pastors I have met in my past and the friendships that I have had with them. Some of the friendships were superficial and others were deeper, much like a brother. I recall their style of preaching and even some of their messages.
The earliest ones were from the Clinton Church of God, a small white clapboard building with a bellfry to one side. It has now been replaced by a red brick building. I now attend the Mt. Zion church at the top of Kreinbrook Hill. We’ve had only three ministers in the many years I have gone there and I’ve accumulated manyy memories of them. My Son Andrew asked if there were any cassettes of Pastor Leroy Kesler, he’d like to borrow them to listen to the messages. I asked Mary Kesler his wife if she had any. She thought she had them and that I could borrow them. It opened the door for me to think of the other pastors in the past with whom I have enjoyed friendships.